Still going...

I ran 3.75 miles this morning. I'm telling you this not because you care, but because I want documentation of the fact that I actually traveled that far under my own power and not under any sort of duress and didn't die to exist somewhere in cyberspace. By "not under duress" I mean that I wasn't being chased by anyone or anything, like a Doberman or a zombie. l just made up my mind and set a goal, and I'm doing my best to get there this week! I still haven't run to the point of puking, although this morning I got dangerously close. I can count on one hand the number of times I've experienced that particular bodily function in the last ten years, so it's going to be sort of a big deal when it actually happens. I'll be sure to let you guys know, because I know you're interested in that sort of thing. (That last sentence was written in my sarcastic font.)

I have begun to consume massive amounts of water. Okay, maybe not massive amounts, but at least I'm finally getting the eight glasses a day you are supposed to drink. Of course, the wonderful side effect of that is me needing to pee every thirty seconds. Brings back some not so fond memories of my pregnancies. Oh well, at least I'm doing something that's good for me, for a change. I'll try not to make a habit of it.